Running has always been good for me. It’s kept me sane, helped me clear my mind and kept me fit. Yet, I stopped doing that which was best for me. I used to run every day, 6-10 kilometers. Not much for some, but a lot if you consider my age and the horrible fact that I am a smoker. I ran in the morning when the sun wasn’t even out and I came back renewed, ready for the day and clearheaded. However, when I decided to change my job after 17 years, and pursued teaching at a school, running at 4 am was not an option for me, and after school either because, by the time I got home at 7 or 11 pm, I was dead tired. I have to admit, the two years I didn’t run were hard on my brain and emotional health.
Today, I ran. I made a commitment to return to sanity and be good to myself. I go to a gym, but there is nothing like running outdoors. My ex told me a few years ago “You know you won’t be able to run forever, right?” To which I answered; “Sure, but I will run till I can no longer do it, and thanks for the pep talk!”
I miss the peace running brought me and I want it back!